Did you always believe I’d lead you to doom? 
Blame was always more your language than mine. 

    Your language was mine, and mine lost to the sea. 
    You heard something no man could then bottled it. 

No other man could be as cruel as this. 
Stifle the songbird then detest the silence.  

    The silence creeps in like a dark blue mist. 
    The resentment binds to my soul like a curse. 

You curse the day you met me, swear siren song. 
Censure my tongue for the wreckage of us. 
 
    The wreckage of us or the wreckage of me? 
    You burnt the temples and you denounced the hymns. 

But my hymns weren’t as dangerous as my teeth. 
Did you always believe I’d be your undoing?